I handed everything
she ever gave to me
back.
Letters, cards
every
trinket,
note and photo,
all of it,
save this old
typewriter.
Old lover mine,
I’m keeping it.
The only useful thing
you ever gave me,
save the need
to keep writing.
Thank you,
for each forceful click
of a letter to page,
that gets me just a little
further
from you.